VettelFerrari Here you are! I hope you liked it! 

"Mr. Vettel!"

"Sir, SIR!"

"Over here, Sebastian, over here!"

You rolled your eyes at the eager and utterly clueless reporters as you shouldered your way past them and to the vacant area by the back part of the podium. You watched as the Ferrari driver entered the throng of fans and reporters, flashing them reserved smiles and giving half-hearted waves. Judging by how small his answers to the other reporters were you knew you would have a better chance with your go at interviewing the very handsome driver. You nodded to your crewmen to start the camera.

He tore himself away from the crowd and sure enough was lead down the path to the very spot where you were waiting for him, all smiles and kindness. 

"Mr. Vettel, I know it's been a trying day but I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"

You had to bite back a snicker as the one and only Sebastian Vettel stopped mid-stride and turned, his eyes on anything but you and your camera. "Look, I'm sorry but I am not in the mood to be patronized."

You felt bold, seeing the defeat on the man's face. "I just wanted to ask why now and not in your earlier races did you decide to try your back end swing into the turn to get yourself ahead of the cluster?"

Immediately Sebastian's face lifted to meet your eyes, surprise as well as a hint of excitement greeting you. You smiled kindly, taking note of his taller frame as you extended your microphone further out. 

"I am genuinely surprised you noticed that. I thought you reporters never watched the race, only ask the questions given you by your producers."

You laughed, nodding. "I guess you can say I'm not like most reporters."

Sebastian nodded his head in return with an impressed frown. "Alright. Alright. So you noticed the turn." He reached a hand up and scratched his beard, something that looked really good on him along with his disheveled helmet hair. "I guess the reason I didn't try it in any of my other races is that I was worried it wasn't going to work. I thought it was a risky move."

You raised your brows and placed a hand on your hip. "Mr. Vettel? Taking risky moves? Shocking to be sure! Should we be keeping an eye out for more tricks on the track?" You were trying really hard to keep it professional but there was something about his smile that made it really easy for you to feel relaxed around him. 

Sebastian laughed. "You should be on the track with me, you wouldn't be so surprised. First-hand experience at what tricks I have up my sleeves."

"Oh? Is that an invitation, Mr. Vettel?" You weren't sure if you should be excited or shocked. So you just gave him a coy look.

Sebastian leaned in a bit and looked around like he was sharing a secret, winking at the camera over your shoulder. "Are you scared?"

You scoffed at that, the microphone dropping slightly as you leaned in as well, your words coming out with a bit of laughter. "Should I be? It's been a while since you've wrecked last."

Sebastian laughed nervously as he pointed a finger at you. "Hey now, that last one wasn't my fault."

You shook your head as you laughed too, the two of you forgetting about the interview. "I'm sure that's what they all say. Though in your case you didn't even care to turn the car."

Sebastian Vettel's face was nearly as red as his uniform. "Alright...alright here...let me," he cleared his throat and laughed a bit as he gave a single nod to the camera behind you before looking you right in the eyes, "I'll share a secret with you, but you have to lose the camera first."

You raised a brow and clicked off your microphone, looking over your shoulder at Kevin. "Hmm, this better be worth it Mr. Vettel. I could lose my job over this. Quite the controversy."

"Tell me about it." Sebastian rolled his eyes but smiled shyly. "But this doesn't leave between the two of us."

You folded your arms and nodded, "You have me on the edge of my seat, Mr. Vettel. I have been told many things but not anything that can incriminate a man."

Sebastian shook his head. "Honestly, I'd rather this be something incriminating. Embarrassment can kill a man quicker."

Now you were grinning from ear to ear, your chest tight with anticipation. "not any quicker than my curiosity."

Sebastian let out a breath as he laughed nervously again, his hand reaching up to rub his face, his eyes closed. "My camera in the car was broken that day, thank God, so it didn't catch when my glove got caught on the inside of the cockpit, right by my leg. I couldn't tug the glove off and I couldn't pull it free. I thought I could pull it free with my other hand but by the time I had looked away and tried, the turn came and went, leaving me sprawled on the ground, the car up in smoke against the barrier." He shrugged, opening his eyes. "Completely-"

"hilarious but not your fault at all." You found yourself laughing as you covered your mouth with a hand. "I am glad you are alright, though."

Sebastaub joined your laughter, nodding. "Yeah, I am pretty much over it. But you now know the truth, please take it to your grave."

"As long as you aren't the one sending me there in our drive of ours, Mr. Vettel."

The two of you were interrupted by one of Sebastian's program directors, his face pinched in frustration. "Sebastian! There you are! You are needed in the conference room."

Sebastian nodded to him, turning back to you. "You wouldn't happen to know if you will be assigned to the next race, will you?"

You blinked, smiling slowly. "Yes, I am. Mr. Vettel."

Sebastian smiled so wide you were suddenly worried you just agreed to something terrible. He slowly started to walk away backward, not taking his eyes off of you.

"Perfect. Meet me in the Ferrari prep garage after the race." He turned around, leaving you in slight shock. but before you could move he turned back around, his smile gentle, his eyes full of laughter. "Oh, and it's Sebastian."

You nodded, biting back a giggle. "Thank you, Mr. Sebastain."

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. You watched him go, tapping the microphone against your leg. Just before he entered the building he turned back around to look at you and waved, his smile so big you could see it from here.

You raised your hand and shook your head. "I am in so much trouble."

"Oh, uh, I forgot to turn off the camera when he was talking," Kevin whispered as he messed with the camera. 

You smacked your face into your hand. "Now I'm going to get fired. (Y/n), this is what happens when you don't keep it professional."

"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted a room or something. The way he looked at you I was-"

"Oh, shut up, Kevin! Let's get out of here." You handed Kevin the microphone, shaking your head. "Please don't make me hit you."

Kevin chuckled as you stormed off to the company car, biting your lip as you tried not to smile. Next time you see Sebastian, you might be sitting next to him in a Ferrari. An exciting yet terrifying thought, really, but anything that will let you see that smile of his again.

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Sebastian let out a breath as he pulled off his helmet, ruffling his hair with a sigh. He had been worried about this race since he knew he was going to be in it. Then he met you and all he could do was smile. Honestly, he couldn't think of the last time he had raced that well. And now he was going to see you. 

However, he was in desperate need of a shower, not at all wanting to have you throwing up at the sight, or smell of him. 

You ran a hand through your hair as you looked at all the different racecar equipment around the shop, the echoing sound of the race announcers discussing the finish of the race filling the large garage. You were worried someone was going to kick you out but from the moment you showed up you had only seen about three people and they all just smiled and nodded to you. You smiled back, not at all ready to try to explain why you were here without making it sound really really...weird.

The sound of a door opening and closing made you turn. A man strode in wearing jeans, sneakers, a back shirt, and a tan leather jacket. Noticing his cut hair and shaved face, you turned back to the wall of photographs and awards, your eyes squinting to see what they were all for. 

"Hello stranger," the man called, his German accent giving him away as part of the Ferrari team. "Can I help you find something?"

You shook our head, not turning to him. "No, thank you, I'm fine. I'm just waiting for someone."

"Oh? Boyfriend?"

You literally snorted, shaking your head. "Good heavens, no. Just a-a friend...I think," you mumbled the last bit under your breath.

You still didn't face him, hoping that would deter his conversation attempts but it was done in vain. You heard him take a few steps closer, his tan leather jacket now in your peripheral as he stood next to you.

He crossed his arms before he spoke. "Ah, okay." 

He went quiet for a time and you nearly sighed with relief, thinking he was going to leave. But he didn't. Instead, he stepped closer and started talking again. You closed your eyes and tried not to groan. 

He turned to face you but you still didn't look at him. "So, are those yearly maintenance certificates really that interesting?"

You blinked, glancing at him quickly before looking back at the wall, reading the frames for real this time. Sure enough, they were congratulatory forms for having the shop up to code for the year. Forms for the identical thing gifted for the past three years hung next to it. You nodded your head, as if truly interested, not really sure how to get this guy to shoo.

"Oh yeah. Totally.  I'm glad I am in the company of a team who knows how to keep a racecar pit and shop up to code. It's rare to find one of those around these parts."

"Ah, yes. Very true. Though I hear the driver, Stanley or what have you, he's a true verruckt. Runs his crew like a madman."

You laughed, looked down at your shoes and shook your head. "For the-," you looked up and stared him right in the eyes, your gaze hard, "Look, I honestly don't blame the man if he did if they all acted like you, all annoying and persistent and clearly avoiding your job by talking to me." You let out a huff and turned back to the wall, tightening your arms across your chest. "And it's Sebastian. If you work for him you might as well learn his name."

You were sure there was a handful of ways this irritable crewman would react. Laughter was not one of them. You dropped your arms from your chest and balled your hands into fists at your side. You tried not to let the fact that his quite charming laugh that was echoing off the shop walls nearly made you laugh yourself. But he started to speak between his laughter. 

"I am touched you remember my name. Though I will have to defend myself, I am not annoying, nor persistent."

You growled, turning on him. "What in the world are you talking about? And yes, you are annoying."

The man looked at you, his brows raised, his shining blue eyes full of laughter as his lips twitched. "And you truly don't recognize me?"

You rolled your eyes, looking at him with a cold glare. "Why the hell would I recognize you? It's not like I know many German-" blinked then your eyes widened.

You noticed his smile and the way his brows raised at you and how his eyes glinted with the same joviality as before. You took in a sharp breath and took a single step back, your hands flying to your face, covering your nose and mouth. 

Sebastian Vettel laughed harder, taking a step closer to you, his hands reaching out. "Ah, so you do recognize me. For a moment there I felt like Superman. I had no idea a haircut and a beard trim would change me into a different man completely."

You shook your head, letting out a groan. "No, oh my gosh. I am so sorry I didn't think-- I wasn't looking hard enough. Or paying attention." Your voice was distorted by your hands still covering your mouth.

Sebastian took a step closer, his hands reaching out to take your hands away from your face as he chuckled. "However funny this was, I had no intention of upsetting you."

His voice was so gentle and had the barest of laughter in it that you couldn't help but let your heart flip in your chest. You let your hands drop, his hands moving down to gently holding your hands. You shook your head and started to laugh yourself. 

"I'm fine. Really. I don't think I will ever live this down, I'm afraid."

Sebastian squeezed your hands, leaning in slightly. "Not with me you won't. Looks like I am not the only one with an embarrassing story." He winked. 

You smiled wider and nodded. "Ah yes. Well. A secret for a secret I suppose. Except you had yours broadcasted. I only have you as my witness."

"What makes  you think it will stay that way?"

The two of you laughed and just looked at each other, his hands still holding yours. Sebastian just stared at you, his smile still on his lips, his eyes bright with laughter. He nodded in return, stepping forward one more time you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"Suppose we go on that ride now and forget this ever happened," he whispered. 

You took a deep breath and gave him a small nod. "Yes, that would be nice."

Sebastian smiled wide then, without warning, kissed you on the forehead. But before you could react, he pulled you by the hand to the other side of the shop. 

"Great! I have a feeling you'll like how she runs."

This time it was your laughter that filled the shop, echoing off the walls like the call of a wonderful adventure to come.